In the secret room, the old man was stunned, looking at the powerful Feng Qingyang, he took a breath of cold air and called him a pervert in his heart. He originally thought that Feng Qingyang was not weak, but seeing how brutal he was, he obviously underestimated his strength.
"Yes, it's true. It couldn't be better to inherit his legacy." A hint of relief flashed across his face, as if the last obstacle in his heart had been removed.
"It would be great if my legacy could be passed down." He murmured to himself, raised his head, and looked at the broken sword above, his eyes a little blurred.
The broken sword at this time had lost its previous brilliance, and the rust on it seemed to be even more serious. The sword light that had escaped before seemed to be its essence.
At this moment, the old man and the Broken Sword were both at the end of their strength, barely able to withstand the divine thunder. The Broken Sword was already covered with cracks, and the old man's face was pale and had long lost its luster.
It is said that one can share happiness but not hardships. But now, this old man with a long history, who once was a super overlord that dominated a place, has reached his old age. The only thing that accompanies him is the weapon with which he once fought together—the Broken Sword!
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Outside, Feng Qingyang used his last move and hit the big knife statue with all his strength. A dazzling light burst out, instantly submerging the entire hall. The rumbling sound was endless until it slowly stopped after a long time.
Feng Qingyang climbed up from the ruins and had just calmed himself down when suddenly a beam of white light passed through the ruins and flew into his arms.
Seeing that Shuangshua was fine, Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief again. That last blow was so powerful that it could shake the sky and the earth. Shuangshua was so close that he must have been hit first, but fortunately, he was not hurt at all.
Looking up at the hall, the originally bright and shining surroundings had become even dimmer, and only a few residual lights could be seen. And that so-called residual light was the big knife statue that was hit by Feng Qingyang's punch before.
There was a big hole in his chest, and the cracks on his body were even bigger, like the earth that had been dry for a long time. Every crack revealed a long-lasting breath, as if the charm and essence within him had disappeared at the moment of shattering.
In the big hole in the chest, there was a fist-sized flame that was jumping inside. Faintly, one could see a transparent human-shaped object inside.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were as fast as lightning. At the moment when he smashed his chest, he had already discovered the light on his chest. If his guess was correct, the glowing human figure must be the spirit of the statue.
Thinking of the word "essence and spirit", Feng Qingyang suddenly felt happy. Thinking about his previous battle and the feeling of being on the brink of life and death, he still felt scared when thinking about it now.
The words "essence" and "spirit" are as important as the golden elixir of an ancient giant!
To become a spirit, several conditions must be met. One of them is that one must be a powerful being who has at least reached the realm of entering the Tao. Only they can imprint their thoughts on the heaven and earth after their death.
To enter the Tao is to be a person who has comprehended the Way of Heaven. Such a powerful cultivator can be said to be immortal and live as long as the heaven and the earth!
Secondly, at the moment of falling, one must not only leave behind one's thoughts, but also inject a drop of one's own blood. In ancient times, there was a technique of rebirth by dripping blood. In this way, one might be able to take the opportunity to be reborn.
But it was unlucky for this statue. It was sealed here when it fell, and it could only keep its thoughts with the help of a huge spiritual stone.
As time goes by, the ancient world has changed. After several eras to the modern times, it can be said that the world has changed dramatically. This trace of spirit has been weakened to the extreme by the wash of time.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang came back to his senses, looked at the spirit in his hand, and thought about the fierce fight before. His eyes suddenly became firm. If he was strong, he would not be injured.
If he was strong enough, he could kill him with just one palm!
He had never encountered such a perverted opponent in the flesh. If the opponent was not just a statue without flesh and blood, if the opponent was not completely under conscious control, otherwise, how could he have defeated him head-on
The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He flew forward, regardless of his injuries, reached one hand into the broken chest, and grasped the blue flame in his hand.
Faintly, there seemed to be bursts of roars in my ears, blue flames dancing, and the human figure inside was roaring even more. A pair of small eyes like green beans burst out a breathtaking light.
"Humph, you are still so arrogant when death is imminent. Do you think I, Feng Qingyang, dare not swallow you?"
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and wanted to study it carefully for a moment, but feeling the anger in the flame, Feng Qingyang said no more and opened his mouth wide to swallow it.
But at the critical moment, Shuaishua in his arms suddenly stretched out a big tail to block his big mouth. Feng Qingyang had a mouthful of fur in his mouth and looked at Shuaishua with a puzzled expression, not understanding what it was going to do.
Ever since he knew the little white animal, he had never heard it bark. Even now, he had never noticed it. Therefore, when it swung its tail into his big mouth, he was just confused in his heart, but he didn't understand what it was trying to express.
He stretched out a hand and pulled its tail out. Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, it stretched its tail back in again. Feng Qingyang was speechless, wondering what this little thing was going to do.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand, holding the spirit in his hand, and said, "Do you want to swallow him?"
Hearing this, it swung its tail twice, and its round body moved a bit. Then it showed an expression of swallowing its saliva. That look almost broke Feng Qingyang's heart.
"Okay, if you want to eat, I'll give it to you."
He did not hesitate and handed over the blue flame...
The flames danced, swaying with their last rays of light in the dark hall, and then were swallowed up by Shasha, never to exist again.
After swallowing the essence, Shuangshuang seemed to be satisfied. A bright white light emanated from its body, instantly illuminating the dim hall.
"Shuaishhuai, you need to grow up quickly..."
Little did he know that his every move at this moment would be scolded by the old man in the secret room.
"Little bastard, do you know what that is? That's a spirit, a spirit!"
The old man hung his head and stamped his feet, with a look of extreme pain on his face, as if what he swallowed was not spirit essence, but his dearest flesh and blood.
"Soul essence! That is the soul essence of a great warrior. Even if it has declined to this point, it is still as powerful as a golden elixir. If you swallow the energy in it, you will at least be able to break through the black zombie realm, or even higher!"
The old man cursed, and the broken sword above his head made a buzzing sound, as if it agreed with what he said.
"If such a precious thing were made into a pill, its effect would be several times better. You actually... actually fed it to the Sky-Devouring Beast like this!"